Hubris Poem by James McLain
Hubris
To the vain handsom people.
To the arrogant they are many.
To those whom are to ugly and poor.
Because someone lacks,
the will and the drive.
To the beautiful women inside,
wherein silk and fabric is woven.
To the multicultured,
Who's parent's died and left them something.
Hubris is a means,
a way in and out of the future.
Time stretched sideways and linear.
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